That feeling, that emotion. I was a contracted grant writer for a man who started a non-profit organization for youth and one of first to institute the drug free zones in Louisiana. Before he started the organization, he had spent 10 years in prison.

He told me that the phone calls with his children were the worst. He said, one day after his phone call, they served cherry pie as dessert. He took a few bites and his stomach churned.

He said, "Before that day he looked forward to that cherry pie. It was one of the best things they served. Now, I hate cherry pie."